Sup Ye At The Teats Of Art
Attention, lowly workers. I bring you cultural sustenance, courtesy of Finland’s creative powerhouse Iiu Susiraja.
Also, some chafing may have occurred. Previously, another double helping.
I’ve locked the doors, so don’t even try. And yes, open thread.
Happy days!
It happens to the best of us. Cheers!
How’s the boat by-the-way? I was envious of your knife collection–on a boat nonetheless. It puts my home knife collection to shame.
The sausage being consumed is called Makkara in Finnish and it is pretty much the definition of mystery meat, as immortalized in the lines
Oh makkara, oh makkara
so white, so pure
what you are made of
we’re not really sure
A composition made some 30+ years ago by “Pekka Perselainen” at the Tapiola Poetry Symposium and sauna party
Do the exploits of the cheerful young Japanese ladies who have graced these pages in recent times also qualify as “art”?
How’s the boat by-the-way?
Thank you for asking, but I sold her, after the first round of COVID, and haven’t managed any sailing since. Perhaps that is also a contributor to my mood?
I kept the knives though 😉
Hmm. Turns out I’m actually an uncultured philistine. And I can live with that.
Do the exploits of the cheerful young Japanese ladies who have graced these pages in recent times also qualify as “art”?
Yes. But only if, instead of bikinis, they start wearing carelessly draped Classical Greek tunics.
Pst314: And urns. There must be urns. Terry Pratchett taught me that (re: Thud!)
Pst314: And urns. There must be urns.
I was wondering if someone would mention that. 😀
Note the urn.
If anyone’s getting aroused by this thread, there will be no surcharge.
Farnsworth M Muldoon | February 03, 2022 at 14:01 wrote:
…”regarding the video, if only she had belched or farted at the end it truly would have captured the fin du siècle début du siècle that informs the existential ennui of the pancovid-era.”
The fact that she didn’t belch or fart at the end makes this a truly brave and transgressive work by today’s standards in the genre!
That is a damn fine urn.
What is the winged chap and his bint doing in there? They’re spoiling my view of the urn.
What is the winged chap and his bint doing in there? They’re spoiling my view of the urn.
You mean the divine goddess and her pinioned plaything.
“Sup Ye At The Teats Of Art”…
Art who?
(Sorry, it had to be said, and it had to be me who said it…)